English translations of Fünf Lieder für Mezzo-Sopran (oder Bariton) mit Pianoforte, opus 26
by Carl Attenhofer (1837 - 1914)
"An meiner Thüre du blühender Zweig Frühe beim Morgenrothe, Bist mir ein lieblicher Fingerzeig, Sehnender Freundin Bote. Tausendmal segn' ich den flüchtigen Fuß, Der mit schüchternem Wagen Dich als thaufrischen, wonnigen Gruß Mir auf die Schwelle getragen. Weiß ich es doch, als hätt' ich's gesehn, Wer dich pflückte vom Strauche, Wittre in deinem Dufte ein Wehn Von ihres Mundes Hauche. Und ein sinniger, seliger Mann, Pflanz' ich dich auf am Hute, Sehen mag dich, wer sehen kann, Sehen die Hochgemuthe!"
Text Authorship:
- by Julius Wolff (1834 - 1910), no title, appears in Der Rattenfänger von Hameln: Eine Aventiure, first published 1876
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“At my door, you blossoming twig, Early in the red of the dawn, To me you are a lovely indication, The messenger of my yearning beloved. A thousand times I bless the fleet foot, That with shy daring Carried you as a dew-fresh, delightful greeting [And placed you] upon my threshold. I know it as if I had seen it happen, Who picked you from the bush, In your scent I discern a wafting Of the breath of her mouth. And a thoughtful, blessed man, I plant you upon my hat, Then may see you whoever can see, See the joyful one!”
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2014 by Sharon Krebs, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Julius Wolff (1834 - 1910), no title, appears in Der Rattenfänger von Hameln: Eine Aventiure, first published 1876
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Translated titles:"An meiner Thüre du blühender Zweig" = "Beside my door, you blossoming twig"
"Morgengruss" = "Morning greeting"
This text was added to the website: 2014-10-21
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Ein Jäger ging zu birschen Durch Gras und grünen Klee, Nicht Bär, nicht Luchs und Hirschen, Ach! nur ein braunes Reh. Das hatte blaue Äugelein, Und wild war's allerdings Und hatt' ein rothes Mündelein, Und auf zwei Füßen ging's. Das Lächeln seines Grußes, Dem Jäger lag's im Sinn, Die Fährte seines Fußes Stand ihm im Herzen drin. Wo schleichest du, mein Rehlein schlank? Wo steckst du im Verhau? Du knicktest ja in Schritt und Schrank Kein Gräschen um im Thau. So wank' ich denn und schweife, Wohin mein Herz mich führt, Ob nicht auf Such' und Streife Die Liebe dich verspürt. Dann werfe ich wie ein Geflecht Um dich die Arme rund Und geb' den Fang nach Jägerrecht Dir auf den Rosenmund.
Text Authorship:
- by Julius Wolff (1834 - 1910), no title, appears in Der wilde Jäger: Eine Waidmannsmär, first published 1877
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Confirmed with Julius Wolff, Der wilde Jäger. Eine Waidmannsmär, Neunte unveränderte Auflage, Berlin: G. Grote'sche Verlagsbuchhandlung, 1880, page 74.
A hunter went a-stalking Through grass and green clover, [He was] not after bear, not lynx and stags, Ah, [he was] only after a brown deer. That deer had blue eyes, And to be sure it was not tame And had a red little mouth, And walked upon two legs. The smile of its greeting Stayed in the hunter's mind, The spoor of its feet Was in his heart. Where do you lurk, my slender little deer? Where are you in the thick bushes? When you are walking along, you Bend no grass in the dew. Thus I totter and stray about, Wherever my heart takes me, To see if love could not find you out In searching and patrolling. Then I would throw my arms Round about you like a net And upon your rosy lips I would Give you the prize as per the right of hunters.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Julius Wolff (1834 - 1910), no title, appears in Der wilde Jäger: Eine Waidmannsmär, first published 1877
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Translations of titles:
"Ein Jäger ging zu birschen" = "A hunter went a-stalking"
"Jägerlied" = "Song of the hunter"
"Lied des Ludolf" = "Ludolf's song"
"Lied Ludolf's" = "Ludolf's song"
"Ludolf" = "Ludolf"
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Word count: 149
Im Grase thaut's, die Blumen träumen Von ihrem bunten Honigdieb, Und oben flüstert's in den Bäumen: Schläfst du? schläfst du, mein trautes Lieb? Der Mond scheint durch den grünen Wald. Ein Aestlein wankt mit leisem Wiegen, In dunkler Blätterheimlichkeit Regt sich, ein Kosen, Schweben, Schmiegen: Dir treu, dir treu in Ewigkeit! Der Mond scheint durch den grünen Wald. Nun wird es still in Luft und Zweigen, Ein wonnig Athmen hebt die Brust, Dich küßt die Nacht mit süßem Schweigen, Ruh' aus, ruh' aus von Lieb' und Lust, Der Mond scheint durch den grünen Wald.
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- by Julius Wolff (1834 - 1910), no title, appears in Der wilde Jäger: Eine Waidmannsmär, first published 1877
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Dew falls upon the grass, the flowers are dreaming Of their colourful honey thief, And above in the trees there is a whispering: Are you sleeping? are you sleeping, my dear love? The moon shines through the green woods. A little branch sways in quiet rocking, In the dark secretiveness of the leaves There stirs a caressing, wafting, nestling: Faithful to you, faithful to you for all eternity! The moon shines through the green woods. Now quiet falls in the air and the branches, A blissful breath lifts the bosom, Night kisses you with sweet silence, Rest, rest, from love and passion, The moon shines through the green woods.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Julius Wolff (1834 - 1910), no title, appears in Der wilde Jäger: Eine Waidmannsmär, first published 1877
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Translated titles:"Der Mond scheint durch den grünen Wald" = "The moon shines through the green woods"
"Im Grase thaut's" = "Dew falls upon the grass"
"Im Grase thaut's, die Blumen träumen" = "Dew falls upon the grass, the flowers are dreaming"
"Frühlingsnacht" = "Spring night"
This text was added to the website: 2015-04-10
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Word count: 109
Blaublümlein spiegelten sich im Bach Und riefen den eilenden Wellen nach: Vergißmeinnicht! Die lachten: Wir müssen zum Meere hin, Und aus den Augen ist aus dem Sinn, Vergißmeinnicht! Blauäuglein hatte ein Mägdelein, Die strahlten dem Knaben ins Herz hinein: Vergißmeinnicht! Der Knabe zog in die Welt hinaus, Da blühte und welkte manch Blumenstrauß. Vergißmeinnicht! Und als er allein auf unendlicher See, Da grüßten ihn Sterne, da faßt' ihn ein Weh, Vergißmeinnicht! Aus rauschenden Wogen sangen herauf Die Tropfen im Meere aus Bächleins Lauf: Vergißmeinnicht!
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- by Julius Wolff (1834 - 1910), no title, appears in Der wilde Jäger: Eine Waidmannsmär, first published 1877
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Blue flowerets were reflected in the brook And called after the hurrying waves: Forget me not! They laughed: We must be off to the ocean, And out of sight is out of mind, Forget me not! A maiden had blue eyes, They shone into the young lad's heart: Forget me not! The lad went out into the world, There bloomed and wilted many a bouquet. Forget me not! And when he was alone on the boundless sea, The stars greeted him, he became heart-sore, Forget me not! From the booming waves there sang up to him The drops in the sea that came from the brook: Forget me not!
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2015 by Sharon Krebs, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Julius Wolff (1834 - 1910), no title, appears in Der wilde Jäger: Eine Waidmannsmär, first published 1877
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Translated titles:"Blaublümlein spiegelten sich im Bach" = "Blue flowerets were reflected in the brook"
"Vergißmeinnicht" = "Forget-me-not"
"Vergiß mein nicht" = "Forget me not"
"Blaublümelein" = "Blue flowerets"
This text was added to the website: 2015-03-19
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Word count: 109
Es war dort unter dem Lindenbaum, Da träumt' ich seligen [Frühlingstraum]1. Sie hielt den Becher in weißer Hand, Ich aber jauchzte ins helle Land: "Dein Wohl, du liebliche Liebe!" Es war dort unter dem Lindenbaum, Da hab' ich begraben den Jugendtraum. Kein Stern erhellte die kalte Nacht, Als sie die Äugelein zugemacht, Die bleiche, sterbende Liebe. Nun sitz' ich unter dem Lindenbaum, Und denk' an den flüchtigen Liebestraum, Bei Nacht und Tage, bei Tag und Nacht -- Mein Eins und mein Alles, gut' Nacht, gut' Nacht, Lebwohl, du liebliche Liebe!
Text Authorship:
- by Adolf Strodtmann (1829 - 1879), "O du meine liebliche Liebe!"
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Twas there under the linden tree, I dreamed a blissful dream of [spring]1. She held the goblet in her white hand, But I exulted into the bright land: "Health to you, you lovely love!" Twas there under the linden tree, There I buried the dream of my youth. No star brightened that cold night In which she closed her eyes, The pale, dying love. Now I sit under the linden tree And think about the fleeting dream of love, By night and day, by day and night -- My one and all, good night, good night, Farewell, you lovely love!
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- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2017 by Sharon Krebs, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Adolf Strodtmann (1829 - 1879), "O du meine liebliche Liebe!"
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View original text (without footnotes)Translations of title(s):
"Unter dem Lindenbaum" = "Under the linden tree"
"Leb' wohl, du liebliche Liebe" = "Farewell, you lovely love"
"O du meine liebliche Liebe!" = "Oh you my lovely love!"
This text was added to the website: 2017-07-28
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Word count: 99